Jayden
As I stood there, Yvonne’s lips were all over me – my lips, my face, my eyes. Everywhere. I tried to play it cool, but honestly, I was struggling. I felt uncomfortable, trapped. I wished I could feel the same way about her as I used to, but those feelings were long gone.
Yvonne finally broke the kiss and looked up at me with a bright smile. “Congratulations once again,” she said, her voice dripping with excitement.
I forced a smile, feeling awkward. “Thanks.”
Then, she took my hand and started leading me off the dance floor.
“Hey, where are we going?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Yvonne turned to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I thought you could use a little play in one of those empty rooms.”
My heart sank. I knew exactly what she meant. Sex. But I wasn’t in the mood. “I’m really stressed out right now,” I said, trying to brush her off.
Yvonne’s eyes welled up with tears, her face and lips trembling. “Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” she asked, her voice shaking.
I sighed, trying to placate her. “I told you, I’m stressed out. I’m not in the mood.”
“Please, do you even love me?” she asked, her voice cracking and her expression turning desperate.
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. “What?” I asked, stalling for time.
Yvonne’s eyes blazed with tears. “Jayden, you don’t love me anymore, do you?”
“Can we talk about this later?” I sighed, trying to deflect the question.
“Let’s talk about it now,” she said, clenching her fists. “Do you love me, Jayden?”
“Come with me, I have something important to discuss with you,” I said, taking her hand, but she yanked it away, her chest heaving.
Then, her voice rose, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. “Talk about what?”
“Just follow me!” I said, trying to grab her hand again, but she snatched it away.
“Get away from me!” she spat, her eyes flashing with anger. “Do you want to take me outside and tell me you don’t like me anymore? Because if you do, I’ll kill myself, I’ll kill you, and I’ll find whoever is making you feel this way!”
Her words sent a chill down my spine. I glanced around, worried that someone might overhear our argument, but thankfully, the music was too loud so nobody would be able to hear anything.
Yvonne’s voice dropped to a menacing whisper. “You used to like me, you used to follow me everywhere. I didn’t even want to agree to this in the first place, but you made me, then you made me fall head over heels for you, making me finally agree with you. And now this?”
I smacked my lip with my tongue, trying to think of a way to calm her down. Leaning in closer, I said, my voice barely audible over the music. “Yvonne, just-
But she cut me off, her eyes blazing with fury. “Just what?!”
“Oh, goodness, I’m tired of you,” I said, exasperated, raking his hand through his hair.
“So, what, we’re breaking up?” she asked, her red eyes bulging.
“Well, with your attitude, we could-”
Yvonne’s eyes widened, and she picked up a bottle from a nearby table. I knew exactly what she was capable of, and my heart sank. She was crazy, and I feared she might break the bottle and stab herself, me, or worse, go after Allison after finding out about us.
“Jayden, are we breaking up?” she asked again, her voice trembling.
I quickly intervened, trying to defuse the situation. “Put the bottle down, Yvonne. I’m not breaking up with you.”
She hesitated, then carefully dropped the bottle. “So, what do you want to say?” she asked, her eyes still flashing with anger.
I took a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you about something. We can discuss it here. You’re not taking me outside, and… it’s fine. Just give me a few weeks, okay?”
Yvonne’s expression softened slightly. “A few weeks?” she repeated.
I nodded, trying to reassure her. “Yes, a few weeks. Everything will go back to normal. We can have fun, do everything we want to do.”
“How many weeks is that?” she asked, her voice still laced with uncertainty.
I swallowed hard. “Next week, everything will be alright. Next week, please.”
Yvonne sighed, then nodded. “So, we can have sex as we want?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “Lots of it? Cool, crazy, hot. Anyone you want.”
Yvonne smiled seductively, nodding her head. But to me, it wasn’t seductive at all. Ugh, I thought, feeling trapped.
As we danced to the music, Yvonne was all over my body. I let out deep, soft sighs, pretending to be into it, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t in the mood for Yvonne, and I wished I could end things with her. But I was scared of what might happen to Allison if the truth came out.
Why was I too worried about Allison? I couldn’t be falling in love with her… no, that made no sense. We were just sex partners, nothing more.
As I danced with Yvonne, my mind began to wander. I couldn’t help but think about the last time I would have sex with Allison. I wanted it to be special, to leave a lasting impression. I envisioned her dressed in a curly brown wig, a bunny mask, and a bunny costume dress – my favorite OnlyFans, Sweetest Bunny’s outfit.
I imagined the way she would look, the way she would feel. It was a fantasy I couldn’t shake, and I found myself getting lost in the thought of it.
Yvonne noticed my distant expression and asked, “Hey, what are you thinking about? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah,” I replied, forcing a nervous laugh. “Everything’s fine.”
She seemed to buy it, and we continued dancing, lost in the music and the crowd.
As we danced, Colby appeared out of nowhere, his eyes fixed intently on us. Yvonne noticed him and immediately tensed up. “What are you doing here, Colby? Please leave and stop looking at me awkwardly,” she said, her voice laced with annoyance.
Colby smirked. “I’m not looking at you awkwardly, I’m looking at your so-called boyfriend, Jayden.”
“And what’s your problem, Colby?” I asked, my eyes narrowing.
Colby sneered, shaking his head. “You can date my sister, but I’m not allowed to even like yours?”
My expression turned cold. I broke away from Yvonne and walked up to Colby. “So, you really do like my sister?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You don’t need to know anything,” he snarled.
“You can take her now,” I smirked.
Colby’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? You’re just going to give me permission to date your sister after telling me to stay away from her?”
I shrugged. “You can take her. I don’t care.”
He looked stunned, unsure of what to make of my sudden change of heart.